Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.